Sounds like f-a-n-t-a-s-y island to me. "Its DA PLANE,its DA PLANE"
Big semi-gullible fish, that are yummy. (I like yummy things) The only people around, you brought along.
What in the the hell am I doing down here?
I'm thinking, garlic-butter to fry. Perhaps with some crumbled gorgonzola and a pale ale?.
I don't eat much trout, haven't in a long while. Maybe if injured...or on a backpack trip, desperately seeking protein/culling a huge poulation..
Certainly not eating a wild steely.
Besides, reading, I really lose interest in "free fish", when you get dietary/health warnings about mercury etc...from the state fishing
(Only two fish per month, for grown males, none for kis under certain age, or nursing mothers of course..)
Down here some braniac helped pike into Lake Davis.
Fear was rampant they would get into the DELTA! in Sac.,CA. Salmon end-er, halibut, and a host of others, maybe the final straw!!!!?????
We killed them on sight, and banked them.
Wish I had known they were yummy.
And I saw the turn
as well, maybe a little territorial too?
Kind of a primitive escort outta here?
Food/not-food, in my space.
There was a time, this place was a garden (like your place). It is still stunning in places, and I live in one.
Overused abused, rode hard and put up wet.
We just tryin' to maintain what we have left.
Instead of just telling tales of how it was....
Thanks for temping me to travel, broaden my horizons before I lose them altogether!
(so..you know a guy with a plane?)
I think I've hijacked my own poll.